a True Memorial Day

 As many of you know, I love my roommates (aka sisters of different mothers) to the ends of the earth. Perhaps we were a little crazy a few years ago, and perhaps we had no idea what we were in for from the moment we met, but I am so thankful for their friendship and love.

When Marcia called yesterday, I didn't think anything of it and when she continued to say she needed to ask a favor, I responded without hesitation or thought, "sure, whatever you need!"

Marcia was staying at a friend's house for the long Memorial Day weekend when her friend received the phone call we all dread but sadly so many have received. His son had been killed in action in Afghanistan late last week!

When she told me this, my heart immediately sank to that pit in my stomach and I felt such a rush of sadness at this news. There is always such deep sadness when someone becomes a member of the club noone wants to join...bereaved parent.


Marcia just started a new job and doesn't have any time off, so she asked me to stand in for her and attend this young soldier's service in the DC metro area to include burial in Arlington Cemetery.

My first thought was "absolutely, it would be an honour." Then...the panic attack hit...I'm not ready to support anyone else, I'm still reeling from my own loss so how can I help another?

If Marcia believes I can do it, I will give it my all. Maybe I can even use the experience I have gained over the last 17 months to be of assistance to this family that is so new in their loss.

How ironic/terrible/sad that this Son of America has fallen during the weekend when we remember
those who made the greatest sacrifice.

I do not expect this to be easy for anyone, so I ask that you please keep the Busch family in your prayers. Also if you wouldn't mind, please pray that I may maintain my composure, and offer words of comfort this family.

Remembering those who gave their lives for my freedom!

Hugs,

Sherri